[Parrish Smith]
  Haircut, like Anita Baker
  "Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane" (repeat 4X)
  Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
  The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie
  The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
  Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record
  Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now
  Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now
  Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
  Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back
  Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels
  And anybody breakin these rules they get two's
  This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
  Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back
  to my accomplice, havin no nonsense
  That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
  Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click
  An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell
  Hit the floor, she was leakin
  My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin
  Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet
  Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped
  Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage
  Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid'
  Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open
  Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin
  Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
  Played it cool, and never lost my composure
  As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the
  drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover
  and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
  Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD
  And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic
  I'm thinkin, "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?"
  Time to activate, JANE on the license plate
  Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate
  "Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane" (repeat 8X)